Winter on a Double-Decker

Condensation as compensation
for the dull
of daily words of annihilation
again and again
bottled up in thoughts
every now and then.
Row after row after row of
absurd, untold litigations
left standing and tossed
on the top of a bitter
And that's it. That's what. That's why
the suburban semi-frozen
preoccupied bus-driver  
is caught off guard on
his early morning shift
when someone doesn't tell him

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